Ginger Malfoy

The Class of '98 Returns (pt. 1)

Albus Potter had never been more scared in his life than he was in this moment. If his plan succeeded as he hoped it would, his Ginger and Rose would be safe. But if Josh was bluffing or if his letter hadn't reached its destination, tonight would surely be his last.

He shivered, a thin cloak covering him that made himself unseen but provided little warmth. He had inherited the invisibility cloak from his father, (or rather, James had and hadn't wanted it) and in the past he hadn't once tried wearing it beyond the comfort of his bedroom back home. It excited him to be breaking the rules, but he was still terrified to face the teenage Death Eaters.

He was outside at the moment, staring up at the full moon in awe and trembling in the cool wind. It was deep into springtime now, but that didn't take away the cruel chill of the time after the sun went away. He was counting in his mind, keeping track of presently the seconds and minutes, and eventually the hours, so that he would be on proper time for the meeting.

Albus had done the night before what most young boys were too prideful to do, which was call for help. He obviously couldn't have teachers or other students helping him get his girls back, because he knew that they would be hurt or dead before the teachers' first reactions were had or the other children's first shouts were cried. So he called in the next best help, ones who had done something like this before and would have no problems getting onto the property secretly, quietly, and with stealth.

He sighed deeply, the air getting progressively cooler and bleaker and his time running out. He began to worry that no one was coming when he felt a hand tap his shoulder. Two blue eyes, a pale face, and a mess of blonde hair stared at his patiently.

"Hullo, mother," he whispered.

"Albus!" she replied in an excited whisper, as if she had no idea that it was her son she was speaking to.

"Where's dad?" Albus asked impatiently. Time was going by quickly and his father's punctuality was of the essence.

"He's right behind me," Luna muttered, turning around 180 degrees and then turning the full 360 in her confusion, looking like a white dog chasing her tail.

"Luna, dear," Harry said, coming out of the shadows and grabbing her shoulders so that she was no longer spinning, "whatever are you doing?"

Luna offered no explanation and instead giggled like a schoolgirl and shrugged her shoulders.

"Father," Albus sighed, relieved. "Is everyone else ready?"

Harry nodded, his intense facial features standing out from the pale shadow of the dim moonlight. Albus smirked slightly. His father was so iconic. So famous. And his image, the spectacles on green eyes, comforted him more than anything else ever could.

"Alright," Albus drew in a breath. "Let's go."
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Albus wandered through the dark, walking in a slalom pattern. He had to look confused and tired, weak and hopeless. Hopefully the Slytherins were conceited enough to fall for it. They were cunning, yet, but also sly and egotistical. They'd see what they wanted to.

Almost on cue, green smoke began to twist through the trees, the same fog that had covered his mirror when Josh has sent him the message. He bowed his head solemnly as if accepting his fate.

Levee stepped from the trees, walking slowly and to a beat as if a waltz was playing. Her face looked terribly white in the moonlight, and her eyes looked more reptilian and suave than ever before. She was beyond beautiful. A dark beautiful. An evil beautiful. But lovely all the same. Albus' breath hitched and for a moment the entire plan was erased from his mind. But then he came back to his senses, fear and adrenaline shooting through his veins.

"Hullo, Riddle," he said, as if they were enjoying a Quidditch match together rather than about to fight to the death, "Where's Rosier?"

Levee turned up her lips. "He's disposed at the moment. It's you and I for now," she spoke in a tone equally as casual.

"Is it fair for me to fight a girl?" Albus asked, trying to find a hole in her ego.

"Is it fair for me to have to fight a sniveling brat?" she asked, tone turned cold.

Albus smiled, seeing that she was defensive about his sexist comment.
"Honestly, you're just such a pretty little thing. What if I hurt you?" Albus asked.

Levee was seething. "I hope you're joking," she replied, pulling out her wand and brandishing it like a knife.

The two circled each other like two lions on the verge of attack. The lioness turned her chin up and wickedly smirked before shouting a long chant of spells that Albus couldn't understand. They seemed to be in another language, deep and dark and ancient.
"Hysssaahhh!" Levee shouted, her voice loud and rich and angry but also mysterious and intriguing somehow.

Albus breathed in the air around him and suddenly everything was green. He inhaled the color. It filled his mind like a heavy smoke. And that lovely emerald green, like the shores of Ireland or Sierra Finnegan's eyes, was the last thing he saw before the world went dark.  Or that's what the sorceress assumed had happened.

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A/N: plot twist: i actually updated. ha so i wrote the majority of this story when I was 12 or 13 and I feel kinda weird reading it because I've improved a lot in the past few years, so I think I'm going to go back and edit some of my old chapters for grammar and continuity and such. But updates will come faster I think. This story is almost done and then a Drinny prequel? Thoughts?